I still love Clare, oh, oh so much,
We are still gravely out of touch,
I hope she is reading my thoughts
As I'm pining for her in my ought's.
Four hundred poems I have wrote
About loving and missing her so,
She is so all and everything to me -
I am under her influence you see.
She used to nurse me back to health,
I was affluent with love - my wealth,
We were so compatible with a lover
Of each-other - she is now a mother.
I would be a good Dad to her Son
Expressing a knowledgable wisdom.
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